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No matter where I go, I get used

Summary:

Raiden's terrible day gets even worse when she falls into Solidus's hands.

A more graphic conclusion to MGS2.

Notes:

MGS2 is all about Raiden being objectified. She literally gets sexually assaulted twice, right before and after talking about the Emmerich siblings and their sexual trauma. This is a story about a lot of things, among them power and abuse and autonomy and reproduction. Of course there's a sexual layer to that. This is just me bringing that to its most depraved natural conclusion.

Chapter 1: A weapon has no right to think for itself

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“So, you’ve come to, my son?”

“Ungh…”

“There. Show me your beautiful face, Jack.”

“The boy really is pretty.”

“Perhaps I aught to thank the Patriots for the opportunity to see you again. We have so much catching up to do.”

“If you want to have some fun with him, Solidus, we have the time.”

“Is that so? Well then, don’t mind if I do.” He brought one of his mechanical tentacles to Raiden’s throat.

“Gah-a a a a a” As she choked, her father stepped closer and brought his hands to her chest.

“Look how you’ve grown. You filled out quite nicely.”

“He’ll certainly make a nice little toy, won’t he?” Ocelot said, encroaching on the girl’s space as well. As Solidus circled his thumbs around Raiden’s nipples, easing off with the tentacle to give her a chance to breathe, the older man took hold of her cock and gave it a squeeze.

“Nn-!”

“Cute.”

For what might have been seconds or minutes, they moved their hands over Raiden, continuing to molest the girl. She squirmed as much as she could, but the drowsiness, restraints, and suffocating tendril kept her well contained, unable to do anything but whimper weakly and jerk under Ocelot’s movements.

“Ocelot, move the bed. I need to take him, now.”

“Of course, King.” As he made the short journey to the control panel, he fished his erection out of his pants.

Solidus’s hands stayed on his daughter’s hips as the device rotated to lay her horizontally.

“Jackie, Jackie, my obedient little soldier,” he said with a smile. “You were always such a good little boy. It seems the Patriots think so too.”

A finger poked at her hole, and she let out a little squeal.

“You may be nothing but a whore, but you’re my whore. Understand, Jack?”

Not giving her a chance to respond, Solidus shoved himself inside.

With his goal achieved, there was no more need to choke Raiden, and her cries of pain echoed freely throughout the room.

“As good as you imagined?” Ocelot asked, leisurely stroking himself.

“And more,” he grunted, slamming himself into her hips as hard as possible.

“Please stop… No more, please…” Her voice didn’t even sound like her own after being on the brink of suffocation for so long.

“Talk too much, slut, and we’ll find a better use for your mouth. Understood?” The whine that came out of her was barely discernible as human.

“That’s better. Just like old times, isn’t it Jack? You and Daddy. How could you ever forget?” The girl’s closed eyes shot open, blank.

“You’re mine. I got into your body and head long before they did. I’m so glad I get to take you back from them. You always were one of my favorite toys.”

She might have been crying, or it might have been sweat. Blood, cum, it was all the same to the two men. She merely twitched when her father drained his balls into her.

“Fuck… You’re so deliciously tight, Jack. Not after taking Daddy’s cock, of course. I’ve tainted you inside and out.” He turned to Ocelot. “Want a turn? I’m willing to share.”

“That’s quite alright. I’m almost there.” A few more pumps, and he came as well.

“I’m surprised you can get it up so well in your old age.”

“I’ll never not react to torture. Especially a pretty boy getting fucked.”

“Fair enough. I wish I had time for another round, Jack, but we’ll be arriving to shore soon. I’m not done with you, don’t worry.”

-

When Olga entered the room, her face contorted.

“Dear God, what have I done?”

-

Even Rose was a lie. Sex had never been love.

-

Snake noticed the bruises and the limp and the cum dripping from between her legs. Of course he did.

“I have your gear. I’m sorry, kid.”

-

Otacon’s breath hitched when he heard the news.

“Raiden, if you make it out alive, I can talk about it with you.”

-

Solidus looked down at his daughter, propping herself up with her sword. The blood from the slash in her thigh trickled down the roof like a river.

“That’s quite enough, Jack. You’re nothing more than meat now.” A thrust to the heart, and the person became a body.

With a single tentacle, he picked her up by the back of her head and slammed her down with a resounding crunch. Sitting atop her thighs, he rotated her neck with a series of cracks and pried open her jaw to fit a thick tube in.

“All that’s left now is the data. It’s such a shame, Jackie, to let this beautiful body go to waste. I’ll use you properly one last time, don’t worry.”

Tearing skin and suit alike with the tendril not occupying her mouth, Solidus spread his daughter’s legs and admired the still-gaping hole, ready to be filled again. He could take his time raping her now, stuff her with as much of himself as he wanted. Whenever he ran out of energy, he would pull out her brain and her purpose would be served.

“You look perfect like this, Jack.”